#at least i tried

[0lekingcole]

I put all the creature art into a collage and now it looks SO BAD

[maysrinn]

Deep in the Meadow 🥀

The songbird and her two little fledglings, its just gonna be the two of them for quite some time ✨🐦‍⬛

Lucy Gray is making each day at the edge of dawn strolls with both her gremlins through the meadow while singing soft lullabies. While Janus is off in minutes it takes longer for Clementine to fall asleep simply because she doesn’t wanna. She wants to stay up and chase the glowing bugs! and eat them

[stellar-collective]

a future that only slips through your fingers, or a present that you don’t belong in?

[toomuchforamiles]

im posting this and going to sleep

[blackered]

hello friends, happy new year! ✨🥂🎊

I saw so many ppl on twitter drawing their drifter with their Hex of choice and just had to do the same for the occasion lol (not a kiss cause I hate drawing kisses so the y2kiss tag's not happening...)

one day I'll fix and color this properly. I think.

[middleagedmenyaoi]

I completely forgot I made this TBH.

I know it makes zero sense plot wise but I really wanted to draw this second panel.

[spookyboris2]

Killer by Rahafwabas

Passive Nightmare by Jokublog

[marcel-game-boy]

Made Dragonberry head icon

@cuppajj's Beast Ancient AU

[yoshii1577]

Woohoo more doodles!!! When I first fought him I purposely lost cuz I wanted him to have ogerpon (didn't work💔💔)

[dreamworldstims]

Fanta Garnet - Nature De Colours

(please credit if used)

[capricorncorvette]

Turning Doc Hudson into a horse for my AU try 1

After i get a concept i doodle them all out, gives me more space. Doc is, like Lightning, a thoroughbred - A horse breed that is frequently used in racing due to its speed. Its super hard to write 'FABULOUS HUDSON HORNET" on his saddle pad but i tried 😭

Working everything out

[losver07draws]

doodles i did while re-reading tsoa (i need a hug so bad)

[shrimpyjackal]

Guess who forgot how to save a file and now have only a screenshot of a sketch

[kaviary-blog]

After the Nightmare

AKA Horrors of the Scriptorium pt 3

Part 1 Part 2

Some art that goes with

Garreth x F!MC (Katherine)

Hurt/comfort, fluff, descriptions of gore and injuries. Blood. Heart wrenching fluff

Post scriptorium. After the Slytherin boys abandoned Katherine on the floor in the scriptorium, she got out alone where she was found by Garreth.

Word Count: 1.9k

Garreth wasn’t completely sure where he was taking her. Logically he should head up to the hospital wing, Katherine was passed out and bleeding in his arms.

However, he was a little too preoccupied with the in his arms part to worry about what his feet were doing.

She seemed so tiny and fragile in this moment. Nothing like the formidable, calm witch he had befriended. She trembled and her brows furrowed.

He looked down at her, his eyebrows mirroring her own; though his was out of concern instead of agony. He wasn’t even really aware that his legs were moving as fast at they were.

They guided of their own accord, thankfully towards the hospital wing.

Bursting through the doors, he cried out for Nurse Blainey to help.

The nurse came out of her office at the commotion, eyes immediately zeroing in on the bleeding girl in his arms.

“What in Merlin’s name happened?” She rushed over, taking an initial look as she led them over to an empty bed.

“I’m not sure. I just found her like this.” Blainey gave him a look as he began trying to explain. “I- I found her in the dungeons. She’s been missing for just over 2 days.”

Blainey’s eyebrows furrowed in concentration as Garreth set Katherine down onto the bed, minding her injuries as he moved her. “She’s had heavy blood loss. And by the look of that leg, it’s most likely infected.” Nurse Blainey’s voice was controlled and professional as she began to look closer at the Ravenclaw unconscious before her.

Hands deftly moving over the seemingly fragile girl, inspecting for further injuries. Lips pursing when she came across the girls lack of fingernails. She mumbled under her breath of how the pattern of the tear meant it was likely self inflicted, albeit accidental.

The ginger grimaced as he made out bits and pieces of the nurse’s mumbling. He hadn’t gotten a good look at her injuries before he brought her here, but even he could see that her fingertips were scraped raw and all but degloved.

Dirt was caked in with the tender flesh and exposed muscle, mixing with the blood that was fighting to clot and heal.

Godric’s heart, what had happened to her?

That was all went through Garreth’s mind as his stomach churned at the sight of his friend’s crumpled body, blood seeping through the linens. He didn’t notice the blood that had stained his own clothing, not that he would’ve cared much anyway. His friend was in bad shape, a little blood on his shirt was nothing compared to the pain of possibly losing her.

Had this not been an emergency, the gryffindor might’ve even blushed when Blainey began cutting away at Katherine’s skirt. His eyes stayed trained on the gash on her thigh; further exposed now that the garment had been removed.

Blainey also untied a particularly saturated piece of cloth from above the wound. She had at least tried to slow the bleeding by making some kind of bandage, though it didn’t seem to do much to ease the laceration.

It was angry. Blood poured out of the wound, if he focused his ears he was sure he’d be able to hear it spreading across the floor. Pieces of dirt and dust were mixed into the wound. Muscle visible through the open skin.

Nurse Blainey worked quickly. Scrambling about the room, grabbing gauze and every potion one might imagine. Had Garreth not been a wee woozy at what he was seeing he might’ve taken notice to her calling for extra healers, or telling him to move out of the way.

It wasn’t until someone physically moved him that he snapped out of his daze and took note of his surroundings. The room was becoming packed his various healers, all speaking and moving around the little body on the bed.

Hands in his tousled hair, he took a couple steps back. Eyes roaming over his friend, they were met with a piercing blue.

Her eyes were open, and she was looking at him. Pleading, tears streaming down through the dirt and blood. They kept him in place, there was no way he could leave her. Especially in this state.

A violent scream was ripped from her as the healers continued their work, his own throat tightening at the painful sounds erupting from hers.

The little birdie, ever so meek and steadfast. Always with an air of composure and compassion. Yet there she lay, a broken husk of a little girl.

— — —

Hours stretched on like years. Garreth sat huddled in a corner, the echoes of her screams playing an ugly game of tug-of-war with his heart. It hadn’t taken long for the healers to rush him out of the room; so there he sat, in a corner on the floor next to the hospital wing. His own clothes grown stiff with her blood.

His mind ran rampant with questions; Where had she been? What happened? Had she been with anyone? If so, how could they have just left her?

His thought spiral was interrupted by the door to the hospital wing opening. Nurse Blainey stood in the entrance, dried blood on her apron.

“She’s stable. She’s unconscious, but you’re free to come in and sit if you would like.” Her voice sounded a tad tired, but was held steady with her professionalism.

He scrambled up off the floor before she had finished the last syllable, brushing off his pants.

The curtains were drawn around the bed she had been in when he was ushered out of the room. Tentative steps carried him over to the shrouded cot. With a deep, steadying breath he drew back the curtain.

There she was, eyes shut and breathing even. Safe.

Garreth felt some of the tension leave his body at the sight. They had cleaned her up, no more blood and dirt marred her pretty face. Her brown hair was no longer in its usual bun, long tresses falling over the pillow on which she rested.

He brushed a stray strand away from her eyes and admired her. She was alive. Thank Merlin, she was alive.

Sitting down in the chair next to her he crossed his hands on the bed, unsure of whether to take hers but unwilling to be too far from her.

Katherine was pale and the occasional tremble coursed through her, but other than that she seemed peaceful.

It didn’t take too much longer of Garreth gazing at her sleeping form for him to slip away and join her, head resting on the bed near her legs.

— — —

The Gryffindor dorm rooms were unusually bright for morning; Everything was all white and clean.

Wait.

He opened his eyes more fully, squinting at the brightness, and took in his surroundings as the memories of the night before flooded back.

His head shot up and he looked down at the object of his worry and affections. She was still sleeping. Their hands were intertwined.. when had that happened?

His anxiety calmed as he reminded himself that Katherine was safe. He squeezed her hand, she was real and she was safe.

A soft noise escaped her and he snapped to attention. Blue eyes met green. The ginger let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Scooting a little closer to the head of the bed, hands still holding hers, he smiled at her tired face.

“Hey..” he kept his voice soft and his eyes studied her face.

“Hi.” Little. That was all he could think to describe how her voice croaked out. He couldn’t help but smile down at her. Then she opened her mouth “You look like crap, Garreth”.

He couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Yeah.” He couldn’t keep the admiration out of his voice if he tried.

She reached up a hand and pointed at the dried blood on his shirt and the dirt smeared across his freckled features, poking his nose lightly. The bandage tickled and he scrunched his nose, retrieving the offending appendage and holding it.

“It’s not mine.” She arched a brow at him. “I was too preoccupied to go change, would rather make sure you’re alright than worry about if my clothes are stained.”

Her eyes widened slightly at his words, a light red spreading across her cheeks-

Which sent Garreth into a protective frenzy.

“Are you okay? Do you have a fever?” His hands touched her forehead, checking her temperature. She tried to turn away, embarrassed. “You’re running a bit hot, let me go get Blainey.” He made a move to stand up but she stopped him.

“Garreth. I’m okay, all things considered.” Her bandaged hand wrapped around his, holding him in place. If she wished him stay he would seal himself to the floor.

“Are you though? Katherine… I-“ His voice caught in his throat, the sight of her bloodied and fighting for her life fresh in his mind.

Her hand squeezed weakly around his. “I’m as okay as I can be.” An ever constant calm that was infuriating in times like this. She was always so well composed. Even on her less than figurative death bed she remained stoic and put together, and it left him utterly baffled.

“You almost died Katherine.” A sense of urgency laced his tone, silently begging her to confide in him.

Her face softened falling slightly, her hand grazed his cheek, brushing a strand of golden red hair out of his eyes. “But I didn’t. Because of you.” Her hand lingered by his face and he turned into her touch. “Thank you for finding me.”

His chest tightened, her walls were down and she was somehow more vulnerable in this moment than in the dungeons. He grasped the hand that held his cheek. “I will always find you,” he whispered, locking his promise as his eyes met hers. “No matter how far you may wander or how lost you may become, I will always find you.”

Tears met her blue eyes and ran down her face. Instinctively he reached out and wiped them away, thumb staying and tracing her cheek.

Words she hadn’t heard before, and least expected to hear after being completely abandoned in the dark of the scriptorium, rang sincere out of the lions mouth.

The boy who made consistent messes at their shared potions station and made silly jokes spoke so sincerely she couldn’t help but tear up. He was her friend. Garreth cared about her. He saw her.

A shakey smile broke across her face as more tears appeared. And as quickly as they fell they were wiped away by a caring hand.

“There’s that smile.” His voice was reverent and smooth.

“Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me, as I said. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”

She leaned into his hand that still cupped her cheek. “Thank you” a small broken voice that had never felt so touched.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while until Nurse Blainey walked up to them, breakfast in hand for the Ravenclaw.

“Mr. Weasley, Miss Ambrose needs to eat and rest. And you need to go clean up.” The boy straighten up at the nurse’s arrival. All three looking at Garreth’s messed and bloody appearance. Katherine giggled to herself, it was her blood but she was clean. “You can come back later. After your daily classes.” She came in closer and helped Katherine to sit up, setting the food tray down in front of her. Causing the gryffindor to scoot back, taking the obvious hint.

“Yeah, go to class! And take notes for me too.” Garreth couldn’t help but smile at her, ever excited to learn. Truly a Ravenclaw.

“Yes ma’am” he jokingly bowed slightly. “I’ll make sure I grab you a pastry at lunch too.” He snuck a wink in there for good measure, leaving the girl blushing into her breakfast.

And he all but skipped back to Gryffindor Tower.

[sak-artifyoucancallitthat]

Young Papa Nihil

The thing I find so difficult about fanart is that so much of it revolves around drawing people and I am just not that good at that. Here the face paints helped me a lot but I’m still not sure how it went. I’ve also somewhat accepted that my ADHD brain prevents me from creating pieces that can’t be finished in one sitting and therefore better quality drawing is quite far out of my reach.

[thebigeek]

School art projecttttttt